Monday, April 3, 2017

Blue skies and clear thoughts. Or is it blue thoughts and clear skies? Clear, blue thought skies? You see the struggles? But when there's calm, when your back is flat on a sun-warmed piece of cement and your children are speaking to each other in their own, youthful language, you feel deeply connected and relaxed. The trees are beginning to green, the scent of lilacs are everywhere and it does seem possible that although nature does it much better than we do, there may, in fact, be some fresh start. Make goals, imagine the fruition of those goals. Words are just small pieces of yourself that you give to the page.

Author of three books published by Viking Penguin. THE RUG MERCHANT, DEAR STRANGERS and THIS IS HOW I'D LOVE YOU. Amateur seamstress, professional picker, admirer of design, clogs, pigtails, porch swings, & warm cookies.